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Mishika's pov
Mishti smiled, her eyes still filled with glimmer as she surfed through the various attire. It was evident on her face how fascinated she was. And it erupted an utter proud feeling in my heart about our culture and our prosperous fashion.

"I want to buy everything they have in here." I chuckled as she twirled, a dreamy haze looming over her eyes. My eyes narrowed at the sound of an annoyed groan, knowing it came from Aarav who was trailing behind.

"Unless you are ready to sell your kidney for it." Seriously! Sensing the coming squall, I quickly moved in front of Aarav, before Mishti would pounce on him with her murderous plans and the owner would throw us all out of here.

"Back off kids." Waving a hand animatedly in the air, Ishan chimed in a tone of amusement. Aarav pinned Ishan with a glare meanwhile Mishti was already shooting Aarav with fierce looks. Not again.

"Let's get done with this without any blood war, shall we ?" I offered, my voice strict. Ishaan nodded almost immediately, but who was he fooling ? He is enjoying it all too much and that's barefaced. The remaining two gave a reluctant nod, digging holes in each other's head with their glares and then looked away.

Exasperatedly, I let out a sigh and followed Mishti leaving the boys to sulk on the couch in the corner. Before leaving, I shot a discreet glance at my not-so-dear husband who rolled his eyes in return. I don't want him to go sallying on Ishan.

A few days ago when he asked me to accompany his best friend from London in shopping, I was expecting his friend to be a namuna like him. However I wasn't expecting someone with a completely clashing personality from him.

(Eccentric)

Seeing him off beating his usual demeanour, a slight different and open up, feels peculiar. And even though I shouldn't be thinking about it, my mind keeps drifting to wonder that if we were still friends, maybe things wouldn't be so thorny between us.

Realising these thoughts are weighing on my mind, I shake my head to brush them off. Don't think of it Mishika. You two weren't meant to remain friends.

"Hey" My trance was broken by Mishti's voice and I heard the clicking of the trial room's door. "How's it ?"

My gaze moved at her figure draped in the green embroidered anarkali, which was strikingly bringing out the green of her eyes. "Regal. This is perfect."

She beamed at my words, a soft scarlet shade emerged on her already flushed pink cheeks. "Thankyou. Āmāra mā āmākē ēbhābē dēkhē ēkēbārē ābēgāpluta haẏē yābēna."

(My mom will become totally mushy after seeing me like this.)

My face must have mirrored my thoughts because I couldn't grasp on a single word she said. And she softly laughed on it. "I need to show this to mum." I smiled as she went on calling her mother.

When she speaks in Bengali, her British accent takes over. And it's actually amusing to hear this contrast version. After meeting her, I learned that she is half Indian and half English. She is a born Indian but raised in London.

It took us another hour to select dresses for every function and her excitement bubbled up as she picked a few more dresses.

"Is it done yet ?" A visibly annoyed Aarav appeared out of nowhere. Mishti and I swapped a glance before nodding our heads. And next Aarav beckoned the sales girl to take the selected dresses for billing.

Aarav extended his hand and on cue, Mishti handed him over her card which he snatched a little too harshly. "Since mom says we should gift something when a close one visits us for the first time, I'll pay for the dress." He stated. "But only for one."

God! Why is he so pesky ? Mishti scofs audibly at his affirmation. "You should get 'ass' stamped on your head. Asshole." Dismissing her words, Aarav walked away towards the billing counter.

"How did you two even manage to remain friends without killing each other ?" I don't know where this question is coming from ? Again I'm thinking of the same things, which I shouldn't. We barely used to talk when we were friends. It was always me doing or reading something and him just staring at me.

God! Mishika, it was just one of his devious plays.

Mishti's eyebrows arched, her unwavering gaze settling on me and it made me shift uncomfortably on my spot. Gradually a faint small smile tugged at the sem of her lips. "Let me be honest, I nagged him to the edge to accept my friendship. And yes, he is somewhat a terrible friend."

"But boy once frustratingly told me that he doesn't know how to be someone's friend because he never had one." My lips rounded in an O shape, my mind contemplating whatever she just said. And my throat parched. "That boy deliberately never let anyone step beyond his facade."

We both sprinted to the exit of the botique and our eyes fell on Aarav and Ishan. Ishan was on his phone looking desperate and annoyed, it must be Deepti then. And speaking of the devil, he was looking in our direction. However even my subconscious self knows where his eyes are fixed as if_ as if there is nothing else in the world to see.

Even from afar, the fervency of his incendiary gaze has my pulse quickening and skin warming up. And what Mishti said next, made me abruptly halt on my spot. "He only accepted my friendship since my name meant the same as yours."

She didn't just say that!?
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Aarav's pov
"Mom" my voice was loud and my steps were quick, eager to reach out to the first most important woman of my life.

Mom was instructing the servants when I entered the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "So much buttering is bad for health, bub." I could sense the knowing smile of hers when she patted my cheeks. "I've personally prepared your favourite lunch."

Getting cue from mom, the servants walked out with the food to arrange them on the dining table.

As I stepped aside, my wife and my mother embraced each other. These two women is what I fucking need to function properly and to maintain my sanity. While one has given my life a meaningful reason, the other unknowingly possesses the spell to change the entire dimension of my life. The authority these two women have over my existence is terrifying and I fucking relish feeling this terror.

"We have two idiots with us too." I chimed in, as the other two decided to make their presence known. And in return, earned various scowls on my bare minimum courtesy indulged retort.

Mom, though have talked with Mishti a quite few times during face times, however it's their first face to face catch-up. "Namaste Aunty" I had to look away before I loudly told Mishti that she sounds like a squeaking bird. Mom would probably cut my lunch short if I disrespected the guest for another time.

Surprised, when my beautiful Honey-eye came and stood beside me, my gaze averts to her. Our gazes momentarily latched, her honey pools slightly narrowed at me. "You better keep your mouth on check."

Touché! My gaze ever so slowly ran across her frame cladded in the spaghetti strap floral midi dress. And the way she squirms under my mere gaze ignites the sinful blaze within me.

"My mouth is in very much control till now." I tilt my face in proximity to her ear, known to the fact she must be feeling the anticipation of my next move or words or scared of being obvious in the others' sight. My naive Mish. "It has better places to be useful."

Fuck! "The desire to replace those stupid straps with my mouth is intensified too much that looking at you for one extra second is turning painful." I husked, very pleased at the sight of deep crimson shade carpeting her sweet chocolatey honey skin. "My tongue will look better lapped on your skin rather than that good for nothing strap."

Keeping the count of the number of times I've taken cold showers since I got married is a tall order. If not by actions, then at least I can have the pleasure of the reaction she gives out at my words. She is my freaking aphrodisiac.

Mom asked us to settle on the dining table while she walked out from the kitchen, in the meantime talking with Mishti and Ishan. With a diabolical smile dancing across my lips, I let my arms have the pleasure to wrap around my wife's waist as I ushered her frozen self towards the dining hall.

We reached the exact moment my father walked in, dressed in his casual clothes. Mishika was quick to step towards him to greet him and he reciprocated it with a smile, patting her shoulder to bless her. We did meet earlier in the office so we just exchanged a simple nod. I quickly tore my eyes away when his gaze lingered longer as usual, and heard him letting out a sigh.

I took my usual seat, making my wife sit beside me meanwhile everyone got engaged in a random chit chat. I remained mute for most of the time, my sole focus was to devour on my favourite food whereas Mish spoke here and there. If one thing we both have in common then is that we both sucks in socialising. Although she easily warms up with the people she is ready to put her trust into. However I suck at it anyway.

She promptly pause chewing on the rice when I guided my free hand to hold her palm resting on her thighs from underneath the table. Keeping my face oblivious, I continued to chew my food. Meanwhile my fingers expertly mould between the gaps of her fingers, completing the unfinished puzzle.

She attempted to pull her hand away, glaring at me through the periphery. But I wasn't ready to let go. Neither now, nor ever. I never attempted to hold on to her when I knew I couldn't hold it forever. And now that I've held it, I know I'm ready to get myself burned if that's what is required to have her with me.

If my hands are made to hold on to someone's for a lifelong and until the end of eternity, then it is hers. Or else the eternity is completely meaningless.

Lunch passed amid the chattings and me holding onto my life's hand throughout. Hence after, mom asked us to get seated in the veranda while she went to bring us the cookies sent by Ishan's sister, Deepti. And Mish decided to accompany mom, her futile effort to ignore me.

"So Mishti" my trance was broken as I finally decided to shift my attention to these two unwanted creatures. "You and Aarav_"

"Ever slept together ?" What the fuck! My jaw clenched, my glaring eyes rounding to an unfazed Mishti to an uncomfortable Ishan. "Believe me, I've better taste." I'm personally going to stab her. Gritting my teeth, I gave a pointed look to her.

"I was going to ask how long you two have known each other." My eyes narrowed into slits as a sheepishly smiling Mishti looked apologetically at an embarrassed Ishan. Ishan's face was practically red like a kid who has been accused of watching porn. No doubt he is best friends with my little wife.

Leaving these two pain in the ass there, I raised from the cane weave chair and strode towards my room.

I strolled inside my room, searching for the extra pair of earpods. Where the fuck is it ? I was about to yell out for mom however my phone beat me to it, blaring loudly.

Who the fuck_ "Rhea". My fist clenched as I held the blaring device in my hand but showed no attempt to pick the call up. As I expected, the phone continued to buzz even after so many overlooked rings. I know her stubborn ass won't stop until I give in. But not this time.

"Finally!" I heard her letting out a breath when I finally decided to take her call.

Squeezing my eyes, I tried to curb the swarm of emotions within. "What the fuck you think you are trying to do ? I told you to stay out and I'll try to not unleash on you after what you did."

My jaw set into a square as she let out a chortle from the other side of the phone.
"You are too swamped striving to fit yourself in that doll house game that you've forgotten what you actually are, bhai." Her tone was bursting with mockery, but I could care less. "This isn't you, Aarav. Remember you hated being a love sick puppy."

I can even be a street dog for her. Although I didn't find it necessary to say that out loud to Rhea. "I don't have any more time to waste on you. You've already destroyed enough and I'm still engrossed in clearing out your mess."

"And you are trying to build a castle with those destroyed pieces." Came her retort. "Bhai please, we once again can pretend to move past it. I swear I will not step anywhere near her vicinity."

"I would rather choose a castle of destroyed pieces in a heartbeat than of a sheesh mahal if I get to reside in her vicinity." My fucked up brain is now more clear about what it needs. And this time both the side of my mind, the sane part and the twisted part, needs her and only her.

(Crystal Palace )

"Moreover I'm so done with you." I gritted out. "She can't run away from me, there's no way out for her now. No stupid Ishan makes me feel threatened anymore. He is just a best friend but I'm the devil of her world, her heaven and her inferno, and her created nightmare and her husband for every life."

I don't give a flying fuck if what I said make sense for anyone or not. For me, this is the engraved line that binds my sanity and insanity together. And every path of it leads to her. My sweet angel.

My breathing came in short pants, whatever Rhea did was swarming back into my head and it was only pumping rage through my veins. I was about to disconnect the call before Rhea interjected. "He is there!?"

It was more of a statement than a question and I'm not surprised that she already knows. "He is." I confirmed in a flat tone. "And I don't give a fuck if it is of your concern."

"You are shutting me off for her!?" She seethed. "We stuck together through thick and thin and it didn't take you a fraction of second to abandon me." I don't know what she is trying to get out of me ? She knows well I don't give explanations for my actions. And yet I've given her enough of it today.

"Even after your attempts of years couldn't demolish your obsession for her." She laughed again. And I know she is going to speak the cruel truth I've tried to pretend does not exist. "Then how can you expect mine to vapourise in thin air when I didn't even try ?"

That was the last string of patience the beast in me could manage to grip. My shoulders shook as I heaved for calm air. For one moment my phone had become the captive of my rage and the next moment it became its victim. I watched it scattering on the tiled floor, just inches away from the feet that suddenly emerged through the doors.

My eyes for a moment stayed at the broken screen of my shattered phone before it travelled to the feet and then trailed above. And it only stopped to fix at my favourite pair of honey brown eyes, which rightnow are crammed with spiralling emotions. Damn it!

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